Rollin down the street…

So i finally have a car to myself. Gots me a khyber today, four wheels and all. Real solid drive as compared to my bro’s cuore. Gear shifting is kinda confusing though. Khair, now i can go boozing to the end of the city! *loud evil laughter*

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back,   with my mind on my money and my money on my mind

Now, that, I got me some seagrams gin
Everybody got they cups, but they aint chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the d-o-g
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And get to mackin to this bitch named sadie

She used to be the homeboys lady (oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these n-u-ts, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the dogg pound, feel the breeze
Beeeitch

 

~ by farooqk on April 10, 2008.